I couldn't decide between the DA:O companions or the DA2's, but my own affection for Isabela won out and took DA2 with it. This song makes me giggle.

Following The Leader (Peter Pan) – The Companions of DA2

Hawke wasn't entirely sure why they had all decided to follow him. He'd only mentioned going to sort out the Tal-Vashoth on the Wounded Coast, and everyone had piped up. Even Fenris, and Hawke thought that they didn't get on.

So, with the biggest party he'd even travelled in, Hawke awkwardly led the way across the Coast, wondering if he'd missed something.

"This reminds me of a game we used to play when I was a da'len," said Merrill, dreamily. "We used to walk in a line, and whatever the person in front did, everyone had to do."

"What, so, I kill a Qunari, you kill a Qunari?" asked Hawke, sarcastically. "I stab myself in the foot, everyone stabs themselves in the foot?"

"Why would you do that, Hawke?" asked Merrill, genuinely confused. "That would be a bit silly, wouldn't it? What with us doing so much walking, and everything."

Hawke shook his head, and moved on.

"But haven't you ever heard of it?" pestered Merrill, turning to everyone. "You know… Following the leader, the leader, the leader?" She sung a little tune as she did it, shamelessly. Isabela giggled.

"We're following the leader, wherever he may go," she joined in. "I like this game!"

A strange noise came from behind them. It was Anders; singing. "Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day," he improvised, grinning.

"Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play!" continued Aveline, her stiff lips twitching into a grin.

"Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say!" warbled Varric, and the entire group turned to the dark skinned elf, who looked thoroughly exhasperated.

"Just a teedle ee dum ee teedle ee do tee day," he finished, throwing his hands up in the air. He had quite a tuneful voice, thought Hawke, vaguely.

His companions had gone mad, Hawke decided. It was the air. Some of that strange Qunari gas. Gaatlok. They'd come around in a moment.

But alas, no. Merrill's enthusiasm proved infectious, and the six of them danced around Hawke like children, singing absurdly in a chorus. "Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do dee dum! We're one for all, and all of us out for fun! We march in line and follow the other one, with a teedle ee do ee teedle ee do tee dum!"

That was enough.

"What in the name of Andraste's saggy left –" Hawke exclaimed, resting on his staff, deciding to wait for this insanity to pass. But no, Merrill was having none of it, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him onward and dancing as she did so. Everyone fell into line behind them, and began whistling that stupidly happy song as loud as they could.

"Following the leader, the leader, the leader! We're following the leader, wherever he may go!" they started up again as they rounded the corner. Hawke wondered, briefly, if all the Tal-Vashoth had been scared off. "We're out to fight Qunari," his companions sang, far too cheerily for the context, really, "Qunari, Qunari! We're out to fight Qunari, because Hawke told us so!"

Now that was going a little too far.

"Hang on, I didn't tell –"

"Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day! We march along And these are the words we say!"

"Aveline, come on, you have to see –"

"Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee deedle ee day!"

"Fenris, surely you understand –"

"Oh, a teedle ee dum a teedle ee do tee day! Oh, a teedle ee dum a teedle ee do tee day!"

The whistling continued until they arrived back at the Hanged Man, with Hawke's face like thunder.

"Was this," he asked, through gritted teeth, "why you all insisted on accompanying me?"

Merrill blinked innocently. "I don't know what you mean, Hawke. It's not our fault that you've been so grumpy lately. We just wanted to come with you to make you feel better."

If it hadn't have been for the puppy eyes, Hawke's ale would have been tipped over her pointy eared head.

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Can't decide whether this incarnation of Hawke was romancing Merrill or Isabela. Maybe he was just a serious Hawke.

Up Next: Merrill just wants to be like other girls.